Alice grinned, very happy with her purchase. Every nerve on her neck sensed his touch, small waves of pleasure radiating through her. The bird was first cold upon her breast, but it warmed as they walked arm-in-arm alongside eachother. The feast awaiting them at the inn was far better than the stew that had been served last night (although she daren't tell Piney that). She picked out chicken and vegetables, and enjoyed herself. They even had wine, for which she was grateful - although it was much lower quality than what she was used to and higher alcohol content to make up for the taste. On her second cup, she swayed slightly, then turned to smile at Victor dreamily. 

"Why are you so quiet?" she asked him, having noticed his sombreness. Last night, he'd been in far higher spirits, joking and laughing. Now, despite all of the wonderful things set before them, he was quiet and reserved. It was quite unlike him. The evening was starting to draw to an end, and one or two men were heading off with women on their arms. No doubt what would be going on behind closed doors tonight, and it was enough to make her blush. Although, that could be the wine...